Lyrics - Sons of Scotland
Down they come the brave highland men, they stand against the foe.
Coming down from the northern glens, marching through
The lowland shall rise again, Bannockburn the call,
The Scottish lion will triumph once again, our standard
will not fall.
Sons of Scotland, brave loyal men, hear the battle cry.
Sons of Scotland a nation once again, let’s
vow to do or die.
Hail the Wallace and the Bruce, let’s all declare tae stand,
For the dreams of Wallace and the
Bruce, freedom for our land.
On Black Douglas, Grahams sae bold, Lindsays and MacKay,
The Gordons and Frasers charge to the foe, to fight so gallantly,
chieftain cries MacDonald aloud, Cameron and Lochiel
The Stewarts awake and rally Macleod, tae fight upon the field.
Killiecrankie, claymore claymore, Stirling and Bannockburn
Raise the broadsword, string the Ettrick bow, remember Prestonpans.
braw and philabegs, wi bonnet belt and sword,
Pipes and drums and white cockades, will follow Scotia’s cause.
We were sold for gold by friend and foe, condemned by cowards hands,
The devils curse delivered the blow, that robbed
us of our land,
But hear the eagle calling, Wallace and Bruce once more.
St Andrews cross will be flying, over Caledonia’s
Chorus x 2
Freedom for our land x 3
All lyrics and music copyright Bob Ferguson 2008